This... this is my doing.
Will they ever forgive me for what I've done?
Who am I to demand so much?
Lord Ram.
Why are they all willing to sacrifice everything for me?
Why am I here?
Is there any to compare to him? Is it any wonder the devas tremble
at his name and the three worlds quake beneath his footsteps?
Go. I'll spare your life.
Just remember...
who it was who forced you to run with your tail tucked between your legs.
I am returning your pet to you.
Noble friend...
You have done all I could have hoped for,
more than I could have imagined, Hanuman.
Leave the rest to me.
Listen to him. Run away while you're still alive.
I think you should worry about yourself.
It is your time to run now.
But how, my Lord?
We thought we had lost you both.
Those who follow the path of dharma are often rewarded by it.
You know what I want!
Return the princess, and there need be no more war.
You call this war?
Boy, you don't know the meaning of it.
I have strode across a thousand battlefields
that would make this nothing but an incident hardly worth mentioning.
I want Sita to be free.
Come down here and get her.
Father?
This Ram...
I underestimated him. There is more to him than I suspected.
Much more.
The city is full of rumours.
Tell me what happened, Father.
What happened?
A common human to look at, but a wielder of unimaginable astras.
As if the power of all weapons of Indra, Vishnu and Shiva
reside in his one arrow.
Did you not feel the world shake
as I struck the ground?
But I was not ready to admit defeat.
Arming myself with astras of my own,
first, I faced his pup of a brother.
Though skilful in many arts of war,
he was no match for me.
For I am the master of war.
You left him alive?
He was not worthy of my sword or my time.
It was his brother's head I wanted.
I wanted to end the battle before sunset, so speed was essential.
There was nothing that could compare in swiftness than my Pushpak Viman.
Or so I thought.
Ram had a... "chariot" of his own.
To face your enemy! There is no greater thrill even now.
I was the raging tiger. He was the swift falcon.
We fought across the entire battlefield,
our armies mute in awe.
Yet somehow, it was this vagabond prince who was victorious.
A mortal defeated one who has humbled the gods.
I lay there defenceless, preparing for the end.
And then the day ended.
He honoured the customs of war.
The battle was over... for today.
All my skill, all my power... and I was bested.
I was bested by a mere mortal, Indrajit.
And yet, you defeated him. How?
You taught me all the arts of war, Father.
But you were not my only guru.
The rumours, Father! They fly faster than arrows across all of Lanka.
The soldiers sit around their campfires afraid.
Rakshasas who laughed within the halls of Deva Loka
now tremble at the sound of monkeys!
How will you stop this, Father?
You didn't come here to ask that question, did you?
You have an answer prepared, don't you?
I do. It's time, Father.
Time to wake him.
Yes, possibly.
I would have Lanka burn and all of its people dead in its streets
before I give Sita back.
Then your choice is no choice at all.
There's only one who can awaken him,
whose cunning could lift Brahma's curse.
Yet, I swore never to bring him back to Lanka,
not after what he did to our family.
I swore, Indrajit. And my word is unbreakable.
But I did not.
I already summoned him.
And he is coming.
Very good.
Shurpanakha.
Who... who's there?
Don't you recognise me? I suppose not.
I have changed much during my exile.
But I am returning home.
It's not home without my dear aunt.
You're back? And you're going to Lanka?
Yes. And we are going to Lanka, my dear Aunt.
Go. Go without me. I dare not show my face. Not after what…
Not after what they did to me.
Let me see you.
Then look. Look what those brothers did to me.
Look!
Enough.
Cry no more. I'm here now.
I'll take care of you.
We must be home before your jailer knows of me.
There is not a moment to...
So you've finally returned to our world, Ahiravan.
What misery do you intend to unleash?
I... I shall return to my cell.
Please don't hurt us.
The mistake was to think you could imprison Ravan's sister
and believe there wouldn't be consequences.
Step aside, Swayamprabha!
That I cannot do.
You have been too long upon this world, enjoying an endless spring.
It might have arrived late, but winter has finally come.
Flowers wither and leaves fall.
The season of death and decay finally does arrive.
The fight is over.
You are defeated.
You were unwise to return, cursed one.
This place will now be your--
What is happening?
I survived where the rays of the sun cannot even creep in,
where no life forms dare to survive.
I am not the man she thought I was.
Too many years in Patal Loka have changed me.
It is a lifeless place, and that spirit of decay
now infuses every aspect of my being.
I have become...
death.
Not far enough.
Not far enough? You threw it over the horizon, Hanuman!
How much further do you want it to go?
So far that it comes all the way back.
All the way around?
You're serious?
No one's that strong.
Ravan is. Far more than me.
I must be stronger.
You are stronger than you suspect.
Put it down.
Let an old bear rest his weary paws.
Ravan beat me. As strong as I am, he still managed to best me.
Of course, he beat you. He is Ravan, after all.
Ravan has had thousands of years to come into his full strength.
You have a long way to go, young Hanuman. A lot more to learn,
but I promise you
there will come a time
when none will surpass you in strength.
When? Will it be soon? Days, months, years?
When the time is right.
Be patient, Hanuman. The fruits of patience are the sweetest.
Speaking of fruit...
I am hungry.
Does he think Ravan is patient?
Tomorrow he will be on the battlefield again.
Trust Jambhvan. He knows what he's talking about.
You'll be ready when it matters, Hanuman.
Come on, let's go get something to eat.
You go. I'll follow.
Very well done, Hanuman. You grow stronger every day.
You are so much like my brother, Ravan.
I know that must shock you to hear such a comparison.
He is evil, Lord.
Yes. But it wasn't always the case.
There was a brother I remember who was noble, proud,
loyal to his friends, an inspiration to his people.
His strength unsurpassed by all...
except... perhaps you.
Though, even as a boy, Ravan was always stubborn, impatient.
Remind you of someone?
Let me help you, Hanuman.
I shall make you greater than Ravan ever was.
What are you doing, Father?
While we wait for your plans to bear fruit,
it is time for a strategic attack.
Vajra shall do as you command, Great Ravan.
There is no astra that can penetrate Vajra's armour.
Rest assured, Vajra will slay the prince and bring you his head.
He may send others to oppose you, Vajramushti.
Only if he is a coward. Vajra shall challenge him directly.
If he is truly of noble birth,
then his honour will demand that he face Vajra.
And that will be his undoing.
Go then, loyal Vajramushti.
The vaanars will be sleeping now, and the clouds cover the moon.
You shall not be seen.
Remember...
it is the prince, and the prince alone, I want defeated.
As the Great Ravan demands of Vajra, so Vajra shall always do.
You really believe he can kill those two forest dwellers?
They must be tested, Indrajit.
Tested over and over again.
The steel of their resolve
battered constantly until... it cracks.
They must be broken,
before...
they are destroyed.